Fo seems to be graced by the Gods of Rock. 

No matter what he screams, how he dresses, no matter what barren wasteland he plays in – it's a packed, screaming house. 

Fo's amazing feats include playing riffs on his fifty-string guitar and watching it levitate on its own feedback through a whole outro.

Sometimes, when the crowd really loves him, he throws that guitar like a boomerang into the crowd.  Its strings strum themselves over the outstretched hands of fans and come back to him with perfect musical timing. 

Out in public he's a wide-eyed, grinning psycho with a curious body odor and more luck than hair.